Black Hole

A darkness so powerful that it swallows all incoming light which can never escape

I spin around its gaping, beckoning but absolutely empty center like some doomed spiral galaxy

So that is fracked because this is broken and therefore so am I and thus it all makes a tortured sense

And actually I don’t care because nothing makes any difference, so it cannot really matter

More than any simple sadness, it is a hole deeper than we can fathom and as dark as empty space

It is the wide maw of an oncoming and inescapable, empty and unconscious forever

Shortly, these tiny, ego-driven moments will be vaporized into some blind and ultimate equality

Every gesture futile, all struggles useless, each gain pointless - given the looming, infinite backdrop

Pathetic and foolish to dwell upon, yet so overwhelmingly puerile that it cannot simply be ignored

Every direction leads to a dead end, all the doors are locked but, nonetheless, lead to empty rooms

The past was wasted and useless, the future is pointlessly repetitious - so it’s all so very hopeless

There is simply nowhere to hide and all their bright fantasies evaporate as I enter my own Black Hole